For the Celts 

History marks our time in battles and heads of state 

Great losses and great victories 

Depending whose side you were on at the time. 

Throughout all, honour and betrayal have been twixed and twined. 

Rather like the threads of ancient clans 

Rather like the long line of memories to the dawn of the Celt. 

Always honour, not always victory 

For who would change the harmony of a well-trodden wood 

For the chosen chaos of conquering another’s land? 

Some tell of Druid powers and hidden paths of Light. 

Well, perhaps, perhaps the truth of a strong hand and 

A steadfast heart in true companionship, 

Warmed to a tale by the temperature of the beyond, 

Is still too much for some. 

But if any have stood high on a broad ben 

On the darkest and coldest of highland nights 

And not seen a glimpse of the Infinite, 

Then all freedom fighters have lived in vain 

For is not the ancient Druids’ dream yours and mine? 

The sea of stars is life, in infinite variety. 

Infinite circles and spirals of ebbing and flowing, 

Knowing and Unknowing, so deep, to touch us still. 

This, then, maybe the spirit and legacy of the Celts, 

The recovery of one’s own true nature. 

The music touches us there, and the stories remind us 

Of this almost eternal quest for ourselves, our families, 

Our planet, our futures, 

The invisible behind the visible, 

The way behind the wise, the truth behind the lies. 

We are not grains, ground out by the Infinite’s eternal mill, 

We are its forgotten makers, in search of home, still. 

©N.K.L. 2002 All rights reserved.

Lyrics Turn into Flowers by Angie Paice 

my father’s place is unhurriedly quiet 

cowslips stand in the sun 

3 beech trees sway in the wind 

April comes so fast 

and our tears  

turn into flowers  

turn into flowers 

as they hit the ground 

and our fears 

turn into flowers 

turn into flowers 

as they touch the ground 

ash and white clover in this English wood 

ash and white clover where you once stood 

where you once stood 

and our tears  

turn into flowers 

turn into flowers 

as they hit the ground 

and our fears 

turn into flowers 

turn into flowers 

as they hit the ground 

clouds dressed like angels move fast t’ward the sun 

the love that you gave us will always Iive on 

always live on 

and our tears  

turn into flowers